You & I searched for a wide valley, for another planetwhere sorrows can't grow because of anything I did,where bread could live and not grow old. A planet entwined, a plain, a rock, hard & unoccupied:we wanted to build a strong nestwith our hands, without hurt or harm,but love was not like that: love was a lunatic city.

“That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old together' type of love.”

There seem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth. The first is by war, as the Romans did, in plundering their conquered neighbors. This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle, wrought by the hand of God in his favor, as a reward for his innocent life and his virtuous industry.